Field Day

Today is Salem’s very first Field Day at preschool. If he displays even an ounce more athleticism than his parents (who were always the last pick in dodge ball), we may be forced to change his name to Bo and make him his very own trading card.

My darling, aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a musician. Should something go awry this day you discover that you have a three-legged intolerance or that Red Rover is in fact the pet name for the aging Collie of the Devil himself, you just come right on home and we’ll write a song about it, ok Sweetheart? And if by chance you did not inherit any genetic vulnerabilities to team sports, then go easy on the last one.